 Oh, there's my wife. There's my wife. Willie, you little weasel. Why did you wait for me? Don't you hit me. Don't you dare hit me. You'll be sorry if you do. Why? Well, I'll go off like a torpedo, I will. Willie, do you think it'll be all right if I take my robe off and sit here in my bathing suit? No, I'd keep them bony legs covered up if I were you. Look how skinny you are, you know. You look like the meat was still rationed, don't you, huh?